The document is a compilation of personal journal entries by DJ Chuang reflecting on his life’s journey, struggles, and learnings as an Asian American. The author aims to provide an honest account of his experiences, including battles with shame, vulnerability, mental health, and the search for identity, while offering hope to others facing similar challenges. He encourages feedback on his writings as he works toward an extended edition that will include commentary alongside the blog posts.

1. “My Random Life:
A Work in Progress”
- The Chronological Edition -
DJ Chuang <djchuang.com>
May 2012

2. “My Random Life: A Work in Progress”
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3. Introduction to the Chronological Edition
This publication is a compilation of personal journal entries that I have posted in my 12
years of blogging. This is the raw content that I will be using for an extended edition that
I will be authoring in the coming months by adding a running commentary along side of
these blog posts so that it would be a more coherent capture of some of my life’s
learnings.
Writing my own autobiographical memoirs can be easily misperceived, especially as an
Asian American of Chinese descent. All I can do is be as honest and open with my
intentions and purpose for this effort.
Dr. Brene Brown (research professor at the University of Houston and author of The
Gifts of Imperfection and I Thought It Was Just Me) has extensively researched the
areas of shame and vulnerability. Her research has found that shame is something we
all have experienced; it’s that fear of disconnection and a feeling that one is never good
enough and worth loving. And she discovered two differences between those who
struggled with shame versus those who were free from power of shame: (1) they felt
worthy of love and belonging, and (2) they embraced vulnerability.
Living under the influence shamed-based cultures can be oppressive, paralyzing, and
even life-threatening. When only highly accomplished Asian Americans are held up as
the examples and role models to which we must aspire to, and to whom we are
compared to, it’s a dauntingly high standard that most of us cannot achieve. It sure
makes me feel terrible about myself, and I already feel bad enough about myself. My
guess is that I’m not alone.
By sharing my imperfections and struggles, I hope to show that you are not alone. Life
is worth living, even if, or especially if, you’re not among the elite. I think of myself as an
average guy -- not super-accomplished, not driven, not goal-oriented nor task-driven.
I’m with the 99%.
I want to be open, transparent, and even vulnerable about my life as an Asian American
guy. I have had to work through a number of painful and confusing things, like social
awkwardness, misperceptions, depression, bipolar disorder, misperceptions, not fitting-
in, timidity, and more.
My hope is that my honesty would be much more valuable than advice. And, that
reading about my life will give you courage to get the help needed for you or for people
you know that need hope and healing.
And, true to form, these compiled blog posts are being presented raw and unedited. It is
what it is. And, I do hope you find some of it valuable and helpful.

4. Allow me to give you a brief background so you have some context for reading the rest
of this e-book. My name is DJ Chuang and I live in Orange County, California, married
to an artist, and we have one son who is now in high school.
I came to America when I was 8 years old when my family immigrated from Taiwan. I’m
the oldest of 3 boys. My parents are Chinese, so our family was fairly traditional and not
religious. Our family ran a motel business in a small Virginia town of 20,000. I studied
computer engineering in college and theology in seminary, but my work life and career
choices has been all over the map, as you’ll read later. Finding a good fit, much less a
perfect fit, has been elusive. As an unconventional person, I’m just beginning to feel
comfortable in my own skin.
One last thing before we get on with things. I do write from a faith perspective, having
become a Christian just before my college years. While I may occasionally refer to how
my beliefs have influenced my life, I want to share my life in a way that is accessible to
people of any faith persuasion, or lack thereof. I sure hope I don’t come across preachy
nor proselytizing. (And this isn’t to imply that my faith is any less important than others
who wear their faith on their sleeves.)
In releasing this edition for your preview, I really want to have your feedback. This
collection of blog posts might look like swiss cheese, having a lot of holes and gaps in
the storyline. As you read this, I’d love to have your feedback on what episodes I ought
to expand and elaborate on. Please do contact me at www.djchuang.com with your
feedback and how I can be a listening ear or be of help in any way.
Contact: djchuang.com/contact
Twitter: @djchuang
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5. Acknowledgements
I’m grateful for how my life has turned out. So much more of it is a gift given than
something of my own doing or making things happen.
Countless many people have shown me love and kindness along the way. I wouldn’t be
here without them. Seriously.
I wrote the following on my blog last Thanksgiving ::
November 24 2011: Thanksgiving for people in my life
Gratitude can’t be disconnected. Thanks has to be given to someone. And, I want to
give thanks for someone, for a lot of people in my life, the ones who have made the
greatest difference and positive impact in my life. As they do in book acknowledgements
and acceptance speeches, I want to thank the many people who have help me through
what I consider to be turning points in my life.
My Dad and Mom. My wife Rachelle. My son Jeremiah. Buggs Bugnon. Paul & Alice
Chou. Ray Chang. Bernice Imei Hsu. Dave Travis. Sabastian Huynh. Chuck Fromm.
And I thank God for giving me Himself and for Jesus Christ and for the Holy Spirit, for
the very breath of life itself and all the days of my life, however many it is that I will be
granted – what a gift! (aside #1: some say religion is a crutch, so be it for them. I say I
can use all the help I can get, and I’m not too proud or too ashamed to say I need lots of
help.)

6. Retrospective Episodes
Before I go chronological and leave you to peruse my personal journal entries in the
form of blog posts over the past 12 years, here are two episodes that describe a couple
of turning points in my life. Maybe that’s overstating it. Let me just say these were two
times when I looked back upon my life and thought about what in the world was going
on.
December 11 2004: My Random Life #1 :: A Leap of Faith
... To get started is better than to sit still, waiting for that perfect moment... I’ve got an
intuitive sense that for me to tell of times when Life has brought me to notable
accomplishments or tremendous struggles would be of help to some readers
somewhere, particularly as a distinctly Asian-American Christian voice.
... Working as an electrical engineer was something to do. I had to do something after
graduating with a college degree. I couldn’t figure it out from my own feelings or
interests. I didn’t have that kind of compulsion or drive at age 21. I often envy those who
have their life’s dream and desire figured out as a teenager, knowing what they wanted
to do for a career so early in life.
... So I took my first job offer to work in Southern Maryland, in the sticks an hour
Southeast of Washington DC. It was a small company, a government contractor
affectionately in the ranks of a “Beltway Bandit.” Not a bad deal, a comfortable routine
life with a short commute. I made a few new friends from work, and I was part of the
company volleyball and church softball teams.
... I re-connected to the online world, having first ventured into cyberspace in my college
days. It’s not cyberspace as we know it today with the ubiquitous Internet and World
Wide Web. It was an amateur network of Bulletin Board Systems (BBSes) connected by
dial-up modems running at 2400 baud. Through a local BBS called Southern Maryland
Christian Information Service (SMCIS), I met Buggs Bugnon.
Buggs was a retired Navy senior chief twice my age. We talked online and then we
talked in person. I wound up at his home many evenings for the next 2 years. Saturdays
were a wonderful tradition of Bugnon burgers, hand-made giant patties of quality ground
beef and onion soup mix, grilled over charcoal on the back deck, topped with
homemade cole slaw. Grace always began with “We thank Thee for the great God you
are.”
Weeknights were a mix of popcorn and television, hacking around on the computers,
watching people login to his BBS, prayerful conversations about spiritual things, or
tearful agony over my feelings nurtured by years of pity parties. He became a father, a
discipler, and a mentor. His prayers and my own spiritual wanderings intersected in the
summer of 1990, and I felt I wanted to do something spiritually meaningful.

7. The verse from the Gospels came to me several times in different ways: the harvest is
plentiful, but the workers are few. If somehow God could use me, I was available. I
could be one of those workers. My overwhelming inadequacies didn’t really matter,
right? Moses felt like he wasn’t a good speaker. Jeremiah didn’t think much of himself
either. The need was indeed great, with a minority of Asian Americans who were
Christians, so I could surely help. I didn’t have debts. I didn’t get disowned from my
family when I broke the news that I was exploring this idea. I got a green light from the
pastors at my church. I got accepted at seminary. I even had the secret prayers of my
mentor Buggs for over a year, that God would confirm this upon my heart and soul.
I took the leap of faith. Packed all my worldly belongings into my Mercury Topaz and
drove to Dallas.
January 11 2005: my random life #2: improbable workaholic
Reading Lee’s musing about what he learned on vacation triggered a revelation for me.
I might be a workaholic! It’s not a hard confession, but it’s just not how I think of myself
(self-perception being as influential as it is).
What shook me up about Lee’s musing was that I too don’t know what to do on vacation
or when I have too much time on my hands. In fact, what my natural gravity seems to
move towards is emotional self-destruction.
For most of my life, I’ve had a sad disposition. To the degree that I think it partly formed
my underbite. For the life of me, I could not understand why people would be happy
when I didn’t feel happy. It wasn’t that life was hard, growing up we had what we
needed. There was no tangible physical suffering or abuse. Though I did feel unloved.
The crazy thing about feelings is that it can’t be controlled, it’s just what it is (though
feelings can be re-framed, with much help and effort.) I just did not feel that happy
feeling, and could not make myself to feel better.
Well into my 20s, towards the end of my seminary life, I finally got the encouragement to
go see a counselor. I enjoyed talking with him. But it was a very short stint. The
therapist loved movies and recommended many of them. I don’t recall actually getting
those movies to see them. I don’t remember much else from those conversations.
Years later, the bottom fell out.
I left the pastorate and wondered about the what’s next. The emotional trauma was
more than I could bear on my own, and intensely destructive thoughts bore down on
me. Spiritual disciplines were burdensome, not helpful. I desperately needed help.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. There was no family history of such a thing, and I
was able to function “normally” during that year of recovery — I commuted work, did my
jobs a-okay, with occasional moments when I needed a break.

8. I enjoyed talking to my counselor, and he provided the safe place for me to explore
some of my deeper longings and yearnings, my pains and dilemmas. If I could afford it,
I’d love to have a counselor to talk with all the time. It’s so hard to find such engaging
conversation.
One issue we uncovered was my perspective on work. I didn’t really care what I did; I
saw my job or career as a means for cash flow. Gotta do something to provide for my
livelihood, and now, also for my family’s. I’d switched jobs every 3 years or so, and as
the story goes, partly out of boredom from routines, partly out of not finding the kind of
work that really got my juices going (still elusive for me).
But it was such a fearful thing for me to be without a job. I did not know what to do with
myself, and I felt so badly if I couldn’t work and provide for myself and family. I thought
my inability would cause my wife to leave me. It was a crazy conversation. I knew I
wasn’t a workaholic, because I wasn’t aggressively climbing a corporate ladder, I don’t
have an ounce of competitive juice inside of me, and I don’t take work home with me.
I’m very good about leaving work at the office.
The counseling sessions went on for about a year. And we meandered about many
issues in my complicated life, my random life. I’d have longer periods of lows and short
bursts of highs. Those highs were so good, I’d have great ideas, got by on less sleep,
highly productive, and life was incredibly good.
Sessions aside, I learned about taking better care of myself. I was more willing to
submit to a daily routine, kept better sleeping habits, eating a little more, not necessarily
healthier. Dieting was tried and didn’t do much for me. Exercise was tried and didn’t do
much for me.
The breakthrough came when I answered a question for myself: what did I want. It
came when I was journaling (on paper) one day. I wanted to have lots of friends and a
loving family! For me, that means lots of conversations and hanging out. I don’t get as
much as I want given my life circumstances, but to know what I wanted was life-giving.
It was getting in touch with my heart, as if for the first time.

9. Blogging Like It’s 1999
Here’s how I started blogging, before it got called blogging. My first blog entry in June of
1999 ::
June 21 1999: an online journey
... There is a slow growth in the number of personal web pages [and] one of the
interesting features is personal journals, where the guy or gal shares his/her rantings
and ravings and chatty stories of what’s happening in their life. ... This one will be
reflective and substantive. Not too much fluff here, and if you go away more than merely
entertained, you will find yourself thinking, intrigued, and occasionally gain a new
insight.
July 05 1999: fish bowl lifestyle
there’s talk here and there about privacy, and how queezy some people I know get
when things are made known about them, whether it’s a candid photo, or a story where
their name is mentioned... or the struggle I hear from some who serve in public offices
that guard their privacy tenaciously.. I don’t know what to make of that.. as a pastor, or
minister, I am in a public office, and for me, I have no queeziness in making known how
I live my life, and what my thoughts are.. this isn’t to say that I’m exhibitionistic, nor is it
to say that I can’t keep confidentiality.. and let’s get the caveat out of the way– _I guard
personal items of confidentiality shared to me with the strongest of privacy_…
... but as for my personal life, I spend little energy or effort to guard it, or to avoid the
“fish bowl” effect.. for one, I don’t know of many people who are that intrigued or
interested in my personal life to want to watch me that closely, and 2ndly, I am of the
persuasion that if people see my life authentically and genuinely for what it is, they can
see my humanity, and also how Jesus Christ is making a difference in every way and in
every detail of my life, and that can only be to God’s glory. All this to say that I live my
life as an open book, that people can see me genuinely real in every way...
July 12 1999: restful weekend
I turned 33... and my first thought is how this was so close to the age when Jesus Christ
was crucified, and how he had impacted the world in such a tremendous way in a
shortened life, and how centered he was… so i’m asking myself, now at the age of 33,
how much has happened in my earthly existence [and i suppose if any one of us
compared our lives to Jesus' that we'd all pale in comparison, but follow my train of
thought and don't get lost here].. what kind of an impact am i having on the world, who
are the people that i’m intentionally spending time with and pouring my insights and
wisdom into, and where is it that i’m going..

10. September 01 1999: sufferin’ succotash
I feel overwhelmed and surrounded by task-oriented automaton machines of people.. all
around me, growing up, and in most of life, the people that i’ve been put in the midst of,
are for the most part tasky people.. and my emotive reaction is feeling suffocated..
surrounded.. disconnected.. breath taken out of me.. perhaps i’ve tipped my hand in
saying this, but i’m a relational people-oriented person.. a social being that we were
created to be.. now at times in my life, i’ve been misunderstood and mis-reacted as a
tasky person (ugh!) when in fact and substance i’m for the people.. have you seen those
personality tasks, the one that maps people vs. task? i may be rare in this, but i was
square in the middle of that chart- both people and task! so i think for me to feel
connected, both elements have got to be there.. and there is a hard place to find.. i’m
fighting to resist emotional shutdown that this suffocation tempts me towards.. and
recently got language for this phenomena- that in the young adult phase of life, a person
wrestles with whether to move towards intimacy or isolation.. and my closing thought
winds up here- that all people are inherently social but many choose to express their
socialness through tasks
September 13 1999: knee jerk reaction
... for many people it seems, people are treated as inanimate objects and used to get
something done, there really isn’t a desire to get to know people for who they are- that
is, they are people.. with feelings and desires, and an innate yearning to connect with
others.. I was just thinking, boy, when was the last time I saw a gas station attendant, or
a bank teller? I don’t see people at those places any more, with the advent of credit card
swipes and ATM machines.. the opportunities to interact with real life human beings..
and when it comes to personal relationships, many people only allow certain types of
people to get close to them, whether it’s similar hobbies and interests or similar
personalities or similar backgrounds, and they automatically shun those who may look
different or think different.. that’s such a travesty, and it’s something I’m guarding myself
against, not to have a knee jerk reaction to people who I’m relating with in everyday life..
of course people are different, every single one, with unique stories and unique
fingerprints.. if I waited until I met someone that I “click” with to open up, I’d be a very
lonely person for a very long time.. instead, I am persuaded that we all have much in
common, as we have been created in the image of God, and are part of the one race,
the human race.. we all have the innate desire to connect with one another, to belong
and to become, and ultimately to connect with our Creator God

11. My Personal Y2K
January 30 2000: honest personal struggles
... personal struggles are a part of life, and I’m honest enough to admit them.. those that
don’t have any are only pretending. this is not to say that “all of life is suffering”, but that
we can be honest with the tough times and the good times, and that the the goal of life
is not to pretend we have no desires nor to avoid suffering. The Word in Romans 5
came to mind, that suffering produces perseverance. And character. And hope. My own
tendency, and perhaps yours, is to find relief when faced with tough times, rather than
allow the opportunity to be a place for learning perseverance and producing character.
In the tough time, I want to relieve myself, find something that brings short-term
temporary pleasure, which in effect only creates guilt and more dissatisfaction. Resist
temptation, God help us all.
October 15 2000: self-disclosure implications
... my life has been quite adventurous lately, and what I’m able to share is this, in a
moment of clarity, perhaps insight, in the waking minutes of this morning, I’m able to
articulate now the strong preference I have for self-disclosure, rather than self-
protection.. implications and repercussions are this: (1) you get to read some of my
painfully personal thoughts in this online journal; (2) I take in some very different and
unorthodox assumptions in the way I communicate and relate and work with others,
even at times surprising others in a maladaptive way [new word I learned recently]; (3)
makes it very hard for me to work freely and comfortably in a traditionally-influenced
Asian setting... why hide when you can share, life is too short for shallow small talk all
the time
November 09 2000: live without secrets
“live as if there were no secrets” was a quote I heard on the radio, talkin’ about how we
should live, to avoid sin, to have skeleton in the closet; I’d radicalize it and say “live with
no secrets”, along with my open book concept, not so much to broadcast my life and
thoughts (cf. Truman Show or reality-tv), but to live in the open, throw away the masks,
stop the maneuvering, and be all there.. for too long (and it’s even a tendency that
creeps back too often), i’ve lived unsure of myself and tentative in my actions.. it’s time
to let live, to learn from the mistakes while moving, take steps, make plans, and do
something.. life is too short to sit around waiting for a green light.. the light is green, the
sky is blue, pursue the good dream for the glory of God.
December 01 2000: passion vs. longing

12. ... it’s mostly been recently that i’ve entertained the question of what I want.. for the
most part of my life, it’s been a matter of being a responsible person, not so much
dutiful or responsible, but doing things that were my responsibility, and for many parts of
it, playing safe with decisions and commitments and such.. where does one find the
courage and boldness to do things, if not from within
b/c of an innate personality of drivenness, competition, or dominant ego.. some
semblence of courage can perhaps be found in faith in a higher power, or God.. but my
ongoing conclusion at this moment is that this thing called “courage” is found in
PASSION, generating energy and energizing the person because it is something one is
gifted to do, something that makes a contribution to the greater good, something that is
enjoyable, something that one would do whether paid or not, something that one thinks
about, and is upon one’s heart.. it shows up in conversations, it comes up in the context
of relationships, and it’s the section of the bookstore where you gravitate towards... and
where the synergy happens is when one’s passion converges with one’s gifts, abilities,
and profession, so that one can be paid for what one does the best, in his skills and
desires..
now where longing differs, is that longing is a deep-seated desire to receive something
for oneself, to gain something that one wants, not to do something, but to receive
something, as if one deserves it.. where that puts me, well, my longing is be accepted
for who i am, to feel the sense of belonging, to be in conversation and dialogue with
people who will listen, and embrace my story, my thoughts, my ideas, my feelings.. i
don’t know know when/if that part of me, where i live, will be touched in this way that my
longing would be fulfilled.. while longing will be unmet, passion is for a bigger part being
met for me, as i’ve gone through 2 job transitions in the past 2 months, and now am
doing 2 areas of my passion, networking, ministry, and technology.. it’s unconventional,
to work 2 part-time jobs, but it’s very me, to not fit in the box.. to be multitasking.. and to
be energized in this way.. the beauty of this is God’s gracious hand, for it was nothing I
could have arranged or setup.. God orchestrated it all..

13. Self-care and swimming in 2001
March 21 2001: lost most if not all of my motivation
welcome back.. it’s been a long period of low profile silence here, and there’s a good
reason for that. I’ve just gone thru a 3-month period of depression and lost most if not all
of my motivation, and barely clinged on by faith.. God has been patient and gracious
with me, and prevented me from doing something terribly self-destructive or super-
harmful during that period. I received the insight I needed
... on Thursday, March 15th, and I’m feeling more integrated than I’ve ever felt and at
peace with myself, as for the first time. A one-sentence summary: I found the missing
link to my motivation (or lack thereof), and when I gave permission to myself to know
what I want and to act on it, I got in touch with my HEART!!! Not just my heart’s attitude
or motives or feelings or sincerity or wishes, but my heart’s desire specifically in the
area of what I want to do with my life (in terms of action, inaction, career, leisure, likes
and dislikes). For years I have been disconnected from that– being bound by duty and
responsibility and constantly searching my attitudes for what I should do, and waiting
until I knew for certain before I took action. This might be overstating the obvious for
some of you, those of you who are type-A obsessive compulsive competitive driven
types, but for me, this is gold. And I want to write a book to tell the full story. You got a
sneak preview right here.
April 15 2001: if you don’t mind me
i’m not much into the traditional “save face” mechanism that Asian people are known
for.. it never did much for me, and I don’t know what it is that it does for others.. so here
in my journal, i take off my mask, and let you have a look into my very persona, i’ve got
nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of, per se, i’m here, what you see is what you
get... I’m not a hider, and I’m not sure how people have the energy to be hiding,
because it takes more energy to hide and pretend (to make oneself look better than one
really is), than to be oneself and let it ride.. it is now the one month anniversary of my
personal breakthrough, and i’m feeling well and life is going on full speed ahead.. i do
not work myself too hard, tho’ i do my share of work, perhaps more than my share– at a
recent conference, i found myself handing out 5 business cards, with different things
that i’m involved with.. a good friend said that if I got up to 6 business cards, that’d be
too many and I’d better slow down.. all I want in life is simply to enjoy my family and
friends, and have as many friends as possible.. all the rest, career and stuff, is just
gravy and for fun.
August 22 2001: after several conversations, realizing how
... [I’m] realizing how strongly me and my feelings and body reacts and even shuts down
in a number of situations.. those areas involving tasks, goal setting, and project

14. planning.. it’s a big confession for me here, to say my ignorance has done me wrong,
and i was missing this part of life.. with some encouraging words last night, it’s not all
that bad, to do these things, but i do need to focus my mind on accomplishings and
doings, even while i know there’s a lot of me that resists and reacts..
August 27 2001: relapse
... i’m here, and hangin’ in there, but have slowed down a lot.. i’ll admit here that it
appears to be a relapse to depression, and that i’m learning about this thing that is a
part of my life story now, and will share bits and pieces of it here.. many of you reading
this may think it funny to joke about being depressed, or to give cliche answers to
getting over the blues.. but from the data that I’ve humbled myself now to begin reading
and learning, this condition is a real thing for a significant number of people; and tho’ not
everyone is willing to be supporting for fear of being drained, it doesn’t have to be that
way if you have a heart..
October 17 2001: started on new medication
Yesterday I started on new medication, and my thinking and feeling are considerably
normal now. It’s good to be back. ... The social stigma of mental illnesses can be too
much to bear for some readers. _Excerpt_:
Culturally, most Chinese tend to hide their feelings in comparison to their western
counterparts. Indeed, there is a famous Chinese saying which said that “family
shame should be kept inside the house.” The loss of face is important to many
Chinese. It is a social phenomenon that mental illness is a shame. This ill-
conceived notion has to do with their ignorance of “mental illness.” [from Caroline
Fei-Yeng Kwok’s article Mental Illness--Chinese Style]
November 15 2001: learning about bipolar disorder
I’m learning about bipolar disorder, a mental chemical imbalance affecting around 2
million Americans, and with a wide variation of how it affects people.. I’ve been
intentional (or proactive) in pacing myself better in the use of my time and my nutrition
and my work.. I’m also learning how to swim (yes, at the ripe ol’ age of 35)...

15. 2002
May 25 2002: one thing i’m learning
one thing i’m learning, is that being mostly unconventional (and from other’s
perspective, extremely unconventional), i am very unpredictable in work habits.. and i
have many varied interests, in what i do with my life, and what i want to do with my
job(s).. humanly speaking, it does make sense to have one devotion and one focus for
efficiency and effectiveness, but for me, to do one thing is confining and leads to
boredom.. this means the more traditional/conventional minded person would have
quite a challenge working with me, when attempting to put me into a box, when i’m such
an out of the box person.. thus my conundrum…. if it were possible, i’d have a position
where i can use my technical skills, pastoral skills, and personal networking skills, to do
my part in forming spirituality among Asian Americans, multiethnic, and postmodern
realms.. i don’t think it can be done in one lifetime, and in that sense i don’t expect it to
be.. but to translate that into real life, into a job description, that’s been the enigma..
perhaps it is a vision, and needs to birth an organization or book or something, as
disparate as these themes are.. so be it, that is me
July 17 2002: My brains are still largely mush
Recently came across two quotes that I found very bothersome: one, a comment from a
biographer, who said that one can’t reveal too much of the real inside story because it
would erode the confidence of the reader. If anything can and could inspire people, it is
the real story of a person’s growth, struggles, and courage, the raw humanity that
shows those of us without a published biography how life can be, and that is what will
inspire real confidence.
The other, about how Koreans perceive a “show of emotion as a weakness that
indicates I have no control over myself.” Ludicrous. What kind of torment on the heart
and soul of humanity if emotions were to be suppressed without necessary expression?
The most human person who ever lived (and is still alive), is Jesus Christ, and he wept!
(John 11:35) He did not hold back emotion in some sort of effort to control himself. It’s
good to show emotions and feelings; life calls for it. To be human is to emote.
September 29 2002: since beginning my spiritual journey
since beginning my spiritual journey over a decade and a half ago, and more intently
over the past few years, I’ve come to realize the fine taste I have for how people do
church, and I’m one of the few who enjoys a wide variety of worship expressions (I’ve
heard it said that most people can only ‘worship’ in a particular packaging), to the
degree that I’m a church connoisseur, and now have the freedom to be churching-at-
large.. it’s my observation that with the megachurch movement (paralleling the Walmart

16. phenomena in retailing), people attend church for two things: (1) programming, and (2)
people.
On the programming side, people are more consumer minded, and look for the
preaching and music that will be most comfortable or engaging to them, and each
person has certain criteria of how they best hear God, or how they don’t want to hear
God. While how people choose church rest on many factors, the most popular reasons
are not theological nor style. It comes down to peripheral issues of parking, music, low
expectations of the attender, and children’s program. What a tragic commentary on
people’s lack of faith engagement..
On the people side, churches are very much social institutions, with each having a
particularly ethos defined by the way a given local church community relates to each
other.. if you fit their social strata, then you’re welcome.. if you don’t, then they make it
obliquely clear that you’re not welcome — unintentional as it may, it takes intentionality
to build relationships. Most churches appoint the smiley-face welcoming-greeters, but
the ethos is just plain missing from, b/c the social factors and cliques are already in
place. Add to that, some people are very choosy about who they relate with, for
whatever excuse/reason.
October 13 2002: an insight about myself
CONVERSATION IS LIFE. It’s one of the few things that I’m willing and wanting to sleep
over, to engage in good conversation and dialogue with other people.. and what is it that
makes good conversation? It’s not only talking about things that I’m interested in, for
that would be too narrow just for me or anyone, although I’m interested in a wide variety
of topics… but rather good conversations involve the desire to explore the various
dimensions and perspectives of an issue. When people see an issue eye-to-eye or
similarly or too much alike, there’s not much to talk about except to parrot each other, or
worse, to demonize those who have differing perspectives. Demonizing is that “us vs.
them” mentality that makes other people “evil”, when in fact we’re all in the same boat of
the human race, and we all have much to learn from one another, and to treat each
other and each other’s perspective with decorum and respect. This doesn’t have to be
agreement, people! Be it the conservatives who demonize or the liberals who demonize,
to be so dogmatic and so demonizing leads to ugliness rather than beauty.
Good conversation is getting to dialogue and debate on a friendly term. One of the
foundational ingredients is friendship, and (from a message delivered by Gene Maynard
re: life) as one older and wiser lady said when discerning the problems persisting in her
nursing home, it’s a failure in friendship. It’s a failure in friendship that results in bad
conversations, misunderstanding, strife, and unresolvable conflict. Resolving conflict is
not about agreement. Resolving conflict is about restoring a friendship, and the desire
for relationship over correctness of who’s right or wrong. My achillle’s heel is that I
always want relationship and friendship, and it is those who don’t that perpetuate
distance, strife, isolation, and competitiveness.

17. November 09 2002: subconscious overwhelmings
discovering an innate subconscious emotive reaction to how I respond in different
arenas.. that when I’m among peers who have some shared experiences, when I’m
among friends, when I’m with people who talk above my head, when I’m doing a
presentation in a mixed audience, when I’m in a formal meeting, or when I’m teaching/
presenting with people who don’t know what I know, I feel very differently in each. And
much of that is perhaps normal, what happens with those feelings is that they feel
somewhat overpowering or overwhelming, (in the more formal situations, that is), so I
get tunnel-visioned, mouth-goes-dry, and I babble through what I have to say.. whereas
in other situations, I feel lucid and my thoughts are coherent, perhaps even persuasive.
Not sure how much of this can be disciplined, in terms of managing my emotions.. all
this to say, I’m part of the human drama. The lingering reflection is: what does this
mean for me as an ePastor, does it say that I oughta hide my doubts and fears and
quirks, and be preachy all the time, spout Bible verses, and be spiritual and stuff? I’m
not so persuaded….
November 23 2002: leadership = discipline + insomnia
lots of things going through my brainwaves, will mention a few here.. 2 thoughts on the
ingredients of leadership, those who are effective leaders seem to have these:
methodical personal discipline, and need less than 8 hours of sleep a night. Many other
ingredients are also necessary, but these 2 seem to make the difference between a top
leader versus an average one; thus my need for 8 hours of sleep per night will keep me
from the performance level required for bigger things, and I’m okay with that.
... it seems to me that to leave a church and into another one is rather disturbing to
some people (along with new church startups), when in fact, I see that God
accomplishes good things by moving people to new places where all can thrive and new
people can be reached.. the critical eye should be applied to those who stay within a
church context, stagnate, and fail to ask important questions…
December 18 2002: ideas, people, & insomnia
I’m addicted to ideas.. lined up 3 meetings to hang out with people on Wednesday, and
loved the engaging dialogue.. on occasion now, I get to actually meet in person a fellow
blogger, and while a few conversations were blog-related, most of this conversation was
life related.. blogging (it seems) can only capture a glimpse of life, particularly for those
who have a lot of feelings and thoughts going on in their life; which is to say, some
people have more going on than others One of the convs was about personality types,
and I’m persuaded that being borderline on the Myers-Briggs T/F scale, I’ve developed
a lot of thinking skills (and that’s prob a huge contributor as to why I’m a web

18. developer), yet have lots of feelings too – yes, I’m among the male minority that enjoys
talking about feelings and psychological categories..
... Let me say this that it’s just plain weird that it takes money to do anything in this
world and economy. I guess if it weren’t for money, then it’d be bartering.
I’ve been up since 4am.. actually, been awake lying in bed since 2:40am, and decided
to get up so I do something more than stare at the ceiling in the dark while waiting to get
tired, but now it’s 6:30am and i’m still not, so i think i’ll stay up and make a day of it...

19. 2003
January 08 2003: people w/ bipolar disorder
Question> Do people with bipolar disorder have a place in this world?
djchuang>> Yes. Every person with bipolar or without have a place in this world!
Regardless of the shape, ailment, status, or size a person is born with or becomes,
every person is unique and valuable, and with God’s help and grace, everyone can
experience the fullness of life.
February 16 2003: snow, worship, dialogue
Here in metro DC, with over 12” of the snow on the ground, and maybe 20” or more
before day’s end, it’s a great day to be web surfing and blogging.
... my profound thought of the weekend.. I’m in the middle of no mans land, b/c I do like
deep thoughtful and/or personal conversations, perhaps more of a philosophical or
psychological bent (which I’d call personal), I don’t do the small talk stuff well with the
average joe I meet at social occasions, and then I don’t do well with the high-powered
conversations amongst those who talk among academia. The latter group do have the
capacity to engage at very thoughtful levels, tho’ usually not personal; and the former
don’t readily exhibit the capacity to do neither thoughtful or personal. Occasionally I do
find a virtual dialogue on the internet, from those who find my web site or blog, and we
have some great exchanges.. and those do thrill my soul.
February 17 2003: work is work
got into a dialogue about work, for me work is work, even tho’ I am passionate (or
opinionated) about certain topics; I’ve copied portions of the text here, which is deep-
linked in the comment section of timliu’s blog::
djchuang-> I think it’s more of the reality of work, that work isn’t supposed to be
necessarily satisfying or make a person happy or fulfill a person’s dream. Work is work!
If you were to ask those in the previous generation(s) about whether they “loved their
work” or “how would they rate their work satisfaction”, they’d probably give you a funny
look at the irrelevance of that question. Work is there to provide income to meet your
needs & make a contribution to society.
While a childhood dream of being a ballerina is wonderful, and could be a person’s
passion, that may not translate into a viable job that pays for ones livelihood. How many
ballerinas do you know get to do that for a living? How good would you have to be at
something to get paid enough for making enough to live on? A person can have a

20. deeply passionate personal dream, but isn’t the best at it, s/he can’t have it as a career,
but surely & hopefully, can pursue it as a hobby.
a little surprised to hear your ‘work is work’ viewpoint, since you seem particularly
passionate about the things you are involved in generally.. also wondering if you
experience with ministry had any effect on your view, for positive or negative.
May 01 2003: interim at home base
... I've been thinking that many of my blog entries have been about external things, as in
my observations about things happen around me or around the country or world [which
has drawn a number of blog readers in search of the latest news tidbits or bookmarking
this as the blog fad has grown], whereas my initial intent for this journal was to be more
about my personal reflections about my internal life, personal thoughts and feelings
about me and my relationships..
so let me take a moment to check what's happening inside:: while amidst great
networking opportunities, I was feeling out of sync b/c I felt tired and was probably on
East Coast time while out West, and wasn't able to engage conversationally as much as
I wanted to or wish I coulda.. then while retiring in my room, felt bad about it, as if
negative thought attacks were coming [I've got this uncanny ability to feel bad about
feeling bad about myself, finely honed over many, many years of practice].. and it took
some extra prayer and remembered a conversation from earlier in the day, where an
older gentleman shared of his struggles in earlier years with bad thoughts, and how he
meditated on Bible verses telling him who he really was, that he was a child of God, that
he was loved, that he was valuable.. and this remembrance helped me to push the
negative thoughts aside, to hit the brakes on spiraling down, to calm my nerves, and to
relax and rest.. and to realize that it is more factual that I'm simply feeling tired and my
brain is not working objectively. With such prayerful renewal and a very comfortable bed
(much firmer than the previous night's lumpy bed), I got a good night of rest, and God's
peace did indeed guard my heart that night.
June 27 2003: back to the past
this weekend is a retro trip to Dallas.. where I spent 4.5 years of my life doing the
seminary thing... and to think that was 8 years ago.. I've come quite a ways from there
in these few years, perhaps undergoing more changes and transformations than an
average person goes through in a lifetime. The thing about the mythical average person
is that s/he doesn't change all that much over the course of 70+ years.
Most habits (and personality, they say) are formed before the age of 6, and the rest is
the mere playing out of the cards one's dealt, if that. I'm pre-imagining some of the
people I might run into, and the catching up conversations we might have. A few of
them may know of my web presence, but I'm anticipating most of them don't. The

21. average person, or is it only those in my circles, to which I don't feel all that sense of
belonging anyways... those social patterns are prob established early on too in one's
respective FOO [family of origin], aren't much on keeping up over long distance and use
the convenience + wonders of internet technology. If they'd only read this blog.
... If I could afford it, I'd love to sit in a psychologist/psychiatrist office [shrink's] every
week to talk + process. Many people don't like that b/c of social stigma or not wanting to
be analyzed or not liking to talk so deeply; well, I love it.
August 22 2003: life change on myself
... For those of you just tuning in (I’ll write it more towards them and everyone else may
listen in), I have it easy with the vulnerability opening up and even trusting kind of thing,
but towards the 2nd half of the week, the big insight that impacted me [to use SBI
lingo ] was this big issue that most people wrestle with on the work and life balance.
Being pegged on the end of all the spectrum when we lined up according to personality
type and personal needs and preferences and tendencies, I’d lived all my adult life with
little to no attention to career development, b/c I was always turned off (among other
emotions) by people who lost themselves in work, or were hard charging aggressive
types (b/c I didn’t like being run over). To see their human-ness over the course of the
week sparked an inspiration for me to “show up at work.” [and I say it here for the 'public
accountability']
Some lights began to come on after getting to process a lot of the “work” and
“organizational” and “corporate” lingo as these high-energy driven ambitious people
talked about life at work, and a few about personal life (my bias and preference for latter
noted, and even received by a few)… but overall, people were accessible and cordial,
and thus didn’t push me off, roadblock me, or run over me.. the course was actually
designed for managers with 5-10 years of experience, and there I sat in with 0 years of
real life experience. Talk about feeling marginalized! But I did sense that in their
humanity, their struggle to work thru their own vulnerabilities and weaknesses, their
honesty, their teachable spirit (tho’ some will fight it more visibly than others!), and
sensed that competencies and skills can be learned, behaviors can be learned,
personal adjustments can be made. So the distance lag of my inexperience gave me
the room to observe and learn and quickly process what was happening, and that I also
had capacity and competency to do that kind of thing — IF I wanted to. It’s more of a
question of passion, desire, making choices; and while I may never “enjoy” the decision-
making action-oriented goal-setting planning-concrete pragmatic categories of stuff as
they seem to (just as other may never “enjoy” the adapting to a diversity of people),
work life is about the both/and of task AND people. And I had only gone into the work
environment (all my life) doing the task part like a cog in the machinery.
No wonder I had great work and life balance. I kept them disconnected, disengaged at
the one, loved and craved the other. (Cutoff, to use my 1-on-1 coach’s terminology)
While I can do great work, I don’t “enjoy” work. What I enjoy doing is talking about and

22. explore new IDEAS. And guess what? It may even be possible to be at a workplace
where I get to make those ideas into action! What a novel concept! I can apply myself
there in the work environment.. I can learn more skills to be persuasive about my ideas
in teamwork and presentations and written communication.. I can learn to more skills to
manage projects that have innovative ideas (as I did during our nuclear reaction
exercise, where I managed 5 middle managers and 5 frontline workers [corporate
terminology] to get us to the winning solution with time to spare.) While I didn’t have a
polished package of laying out the specifics of how-tos or celebrating the “win”, partly b/
c I didn’t know how and it didn’t cross my mind, there was excitement for me in
introducing THE idea that worked. I’ll never become the hard-charging take-charge
domineering manager/leader, but I can do much more than I’m doing (hiding behind a
computer screen pecking away).
And it dawned on me during the closing integration exercise that the “real DJ” doesn’t
go to work. A “DJ” that has greatly honed and limited and highly performing skills of
programming shows up, and then tunnel-vision tunes out the rest of the organization.
The opportunity presented was to have “more of me” (or even have “all of me” show up
at work) and do more work based on my passion and ideas (the strengths that surfaced
in this work-oriented & self-awareness context) is that I love ideas and can even
generate them. And if I can build a support team around me so they can make it happen
with me, and participate in making it happen, I’ll get to use my strengths in the context
of a bigger organizational/organic machinery.
the group was like a magnifying mirror (not like the one-way mirror through which we
had been observed all week), and helped me to see more of myself, and that there was
a lot more in me (which I had always held back especially in the work context). And
today, I shared that in all my life, the real DJ never showed up at work, but now with
their inspiration, _I’m_ going to show up at work. Doing the work thing with more of a DJ
flavor, and a DJ voice, and exploring beyond my own job description, et al. And to put
myself out there to grow personally in the work context, as well as all the rest. I’ll be
throwing out wild ideas and test the boundaries, we’ll see what happens.. if they reject
me, as least I gave it my all.
September 22 2003: Get up you bum
... thought on the drive time, is Life’s demand on me, often asking me for more.. that I
have to take the initiative, that I have to make the decision, that I have to make things
happen, that I have to control my emotions, that I have to focus, that I have to be
intentional, that I have to plan, that people look to me.. it’s not a role that I want, partly b/
c I have a thing against taking power for fear of being dictatorial or overbearing or
corrupted.. and not sure why it gets thrown on me, just b/c I’m male or oldest son or
educated or what.. while I can do it, and have the capacity to so-called “lead” (as the list
above are some of the leadership descriptors), I certainly don’t like it. And so what? The
moment needs it, and I hear the echo to Rocky to just “get up”.

23. October 16 2003: getting high
this is a good week for me, a number of things humming along, getting to hang out with
what they call high capacity people.. which is just a fancy word for energetic & active
achievers, or passionate and intentional.. whatever it’s called, you know when you’re
around people who bring out the best in you without running over you, and willing to
connect & relate with an average joe like me (that’s how I see myself).. it’s gotten me up
at 2am for a third day now, and the ideas are just bursting around in my head, and it
feels good.. so much better than the nightmares that was waking me up 2 yrs ago..
I feel like what does it for me is that I want + need to be liked by capable people (the
word “like” works well for me, much better than “respected – too formal and distant, or
“loved” – expects too much of others, and people don’t know how to love me the way I
want to be loved anyways), and then I can contribute all of my latent + untapped
potential, and that makes work a whole lot more palatable.. I don’t like to be out front
and in the spotlight, and probably don’t have the charisma and polish to be that
magnetic personality that lights up the room, but I think I’m a good connector (cf.
Tipping Point), and that’s a great role for me to enjoy and contribute..
November 26 2003: virtual relationships
one recurring question I get occasionally here is about my relationships how do I know
such-and-such a person? I often reply that I hadn’t met them in person, but relate to
them virtually.. and, then the followup, how do I build relationships online, if I haven’t
actually met a person, in person face-to face? This study shows that it is possible, and I
quote this excerpt: “… distributed learners communicating predominantly online can
indeed sustain intimate, personal relationships …“
couple of thoughts of how to build virtual relationships.. first, people have to want it,
2ndly, it takes effort and intentionality – just as physically + geographically proximate
relationships takes doing things together and talking with one another, so does virtual
online relationships.. there are so many technologies to use: IM, email, chat room, web
forums, mailing lists, etc.. and relating personally, whether nearby or virtual, is about
conversation and dialogue, sharing ideas, thoughts, and feelings.. so if you want to go
there, you can go there, and you’re not bound by physical or geographical boundaries!
December 09 2003: disempowering language
maybe it’s the context that my life moves in, but it irks me often enough to notice
announcements, or calls for volunteers or signups, where the phrase, “if you’re
interested“, is added to the wording.. it’s such deflating, weakening language.. takes any
lift out of the sails.. you don’t hear NetFlix or Starbucks or Coca-Cola or Brand X making
their announcements with the little introductory “if you’re interested”.. you hear: buy! you
want this! space is limited! hurry! act now! Just do it! It’s an active voice! If someone
doesn’t want to do something, or isn’t interested, they can make their own decision.

24. lately, I’ve enjoyed several conversations to talk about ideas and possibilities and
dreams with no boundaries.. it’s been so invigorating.. I’m starting to get the connection
between ideas and the possibility of turning them into reality through possibly fleshing
out a project, starting a business, joining a organization.. it’s the thrill of seeing an idea
come into existence, more than the action-oriented doingness of it, that excites me.. it’s
that creative process ex nihilo.. now with my technology and theology background, I’m
missing a big piece of economic / financial feasibility, so my desire to see things happen
or a new business startup has a big vulnerability b/c most of me doesn’t care about how
much money it might make (as the typical businessman would be into making money),
but for me, it’s seeing new business services come into being that gets my imaginative
juices flowing.. and that’s about all I can say about them, lest my ideas get taken by
somebody else

25. 2004
February 23 2004: introspective inspiration
... here I sit wrestling with my frustrations and restlessness and inertia, feelings and
thoughts that hover around my head like the dark clouds over Linus (was it that
character Linus in Charlie Brown? or was it just Charlie Brown himself?).. wanting to do
something more engaging, more exciting, more stimulating, more creative and
innovative.. a little part of my self-discovery that I’m putting here as self-disclosure, I
thrive and need a constant pace of change and stimulation.. routines and details, money
and power, just don’t do anything for me.
March 30 2004: work in process
this theme echoed several times in the past 24 hours – why not reveal what is
happening on the inside while it is in process? Instead of holding back an idea or a plan
until it is perfected and done for communication/publicity channels, which keeps the
masses in the dark, in an organization or corporation or church, and creates stirs of
ignorance + cluelessness, or worse, suspicion or discouragement (b/c the masses see
“nothing going on”).. rather, reveal what is going on while it is in process, and invite
others to participate in the conversation, pitch in their ideas, collaborate, and produce
something better than what can be done behind closed doors..
April 06 2004: audience of one
after 2 road trips in the past week... I’ve felt pretty tired and gone to bed early the past 2
nights, but now awoken in the middle of the night, and would rather blog than to toss ‘n
turn for 2 hours.. I find my thoughts to be as multi-threaded and multiple windowed as
my computer desktop usually is, cluttered with many layers, windows, and buttons to
click on.. *click* audience of one — idea perked re: who reads blogs and whether the
blogger writes for the readers (thus not revealing anything really personal)
for me, I do desire and occasionally do write extremely transparently here, and not as
often as I’d like (seeing how some blogger I know aims for daily throughput), nor as
transparently as I’d like, now that my profile gets more prominent through more venues..
I’d like to think that I can be my transparent + broken + unedited self in all contexts,
even as public a venue as a blog [which can be read around the world by anyone, mind
you], and part of my hesitation at aspiring or ascending into more prominent roles of
leadership is the limitations / constraints / expectations put onto the leader, that a
leader’s words and thoughts can no longer be freely shared and unedited, but rather,
has to be more measured and thoughtful, b/c of the impact it has on the masses.. for
some of the newer generation, it’s okay to be transparent, and the expectation is for
more transparent + vulnerable leaders, but even with them, it’s not a total transparent +
vulnerable leader they respect + trust + listen to, it’s one who still has a certain sense of

26. vision or direction or charisma or influence or deconstructionist wit.. (jumping tracks) I
had a tough conversation recently that I wish I could blog about, but can’t, partly insider
info, won’t impact your portfolio, but might mine.. as one who [almost] always inviting
dialogue, I run into a psychosomatic wall when people fail to respond with empathy or
engagement, be it a categorical misunderstanding on why I’d have a personal website
that reveals data which may be controversial or taboo (but won’t engage in dialogue as
to why they feel compelled to shout me down), or when I honestly say I don’t know how
to say something and it’s the first time I’ve tried, the unfeeling insensitive response I get
is, yeah, I can see that.. ouch..
July 31 2004: edging towards burnout?
Perish the thought that crossed my mind this week, as I sat at my office cubicle, with 3
LCD screens before me (2 laptops, 1 with an extra screen for extra desktop space, very
nice), and I wondered if I was feeling close to burnout with ramped-up workload
between my 2 jobs, which I had been doing mostly well with for the past 3+ years..
but this summer has taken more effort for me to do them, one b/c of event planning that
comes around once every 3 years (and I get weighed down by details), the other b/c of
my change in role... developing processes and beginning to manage workflow and
stuff.. I don’t know the terms people use for business operations, so I kinda invent my
own terms which may or may not work the most efficiently to communicate the best to
those I need to work with.. but it’s a start, and a good start, just that when the thought of
me, of all people, feeling a little overload of Internet, I said to myself, oh my, what’s
wrong? I love the Internet, how could I ever get too much of it, or get sick of it? No way!
I got that Gallup strength theme of INPUT, so doesn’t that mean I never have to fear
information overload?!
knowing my own vulnerabilities, I decided to not push myself harder to get more of the
challenging tasks done, stayed with easier tasks, tried to pace myself, Googled a bit to
begin reading up on burnout, and food and mood, to raise my awareness of how to take
care of myself, something I easily neglect..
August 06 2004: sleepus distruptus
Question >> You seem to be up to the wee hours of the morning often… are you a
vampire? sleep during the day?
djchuang >> No, I’m not exactly a vampire, though I do have my share of mood swings
and irratic sleep patterns occasionally. Less often than 3 years ago, I’m glad to say.
About once or twice a week, my solid 8.5 hours of sleep is interrupted, and I’m lying half
awake in bed. Rather than toss and turn to try to get back to sleep for the next hour, my
idea is to get up and do something on the web, and then maybe I’ll get tired again, then
go back to sleep. For a majority of this year, I’d been able to sleep through the night.

27. But the past month or so, I’m finding my sleep interrupted. Perhaps it’s stress related
(understatement of the month), and my recent edging towards burnout.
August 06 2004: Coming Out, sorta, but not really
... I’m not one for convention or protocol, and yet I’ve wound up in a place of profile in
certain circles. Parts of it I like, most of it I don’t. The part I don’t is how it impacts what I
do here, and that it limits the freedom of speech I would otherwise have to vent and rant
and disclose. I do sit on some confidential intel and some potent networking. Some call
it a position of leadership. I don’t emote enough when I speak in public, to work the
crowd, to exude charisma to win them over. I know I’m not normal. I have a hard time
finding conversational partners. Some call me abstract, theoretical, idealistic,
progressive, pioneer.
Whatever. I just want to be me: accepted, loved, and enjoy dialogue + conversation. I’m
not so concerned about measurable outcomes or impact or my salary or goals or
purpose or ambition or accomplishments. Definitely not my title or position. And in the
real world, I’m not financially independent (like a blogger I know of), so I have to play by
the rules to keep the cash flowing and be responsible with the title and position of
influence I have in formal structures and institutions, and to take care of my livelihood
and my family’s.
... I’ve been to dark places with a noonday demon. I have some real issues with
churches and institutions. I have problems with certain people. But, alas, I can’t talk
about it here in this public forum. It wouldn’t be appropriate. It’d be “discouraging”.
Recently, I removed a past interview on my blog, by request of the interviewee, which
was showing up when his name was Googled for, and didn’t want it to be public
anymore b/c it might be “misunderstood”. I’ve had to remove other items too.
Now at age 38, once in a while, several times a year, I go to that place within and
realize that my deepest personal dream and yearning will never be realized this side of
heaven. A part of that is true, a lot of it stinks. Punch me in the stomach why don’t you!
So, what’s left is to make the best of what I can with what I got. Playing with the cards
I’m dealt. I got a lot, in the whole scheme of things. For that I am supposed to be
grateful. I am. But I’m not going to be superficially smiley-faced about it.
October 10 2004: space for emotions
I’ve started listening (picked up where I last left off) to the audio book version of
Emotional Intelligence.. and via a rather circuitous route, I think I’ve developed notable
emotional capacity in more areas than I thought I had, over the course of my adult
years, and it’s probably due to the open posture I have to receiving feedback and to
learning, that helps this along.. so some of it was very reassuring, and it tells me that I

28. have more to offer this world than I thought I had.. I don’t particularly agree with the part
where the author said that the human body was not designed to run at the pace of
absorbing so much information, and going at the pace it goes at in today’s society.. (to
be fair, for me to slow down is risky for me, b/c of my past experience in having time on
my hand and seeing where my emotions take me negatively, a la a dark depressing
spiral)...
December 29 2004: communicating like your life depended on it
Communication is hard work. But it is so necessary. Actively communicating is needed
in every realm- within an organization (for-profit or non-profit), between organizations,
from organizations to the public, between individuals, within a marriage, in all kinds of
relationships. (and it can also be said that communication within oneself in the form of
self-talk has its own kind of impact) And yet it’s so poorly done all over the place. I won’t
gripe about why others don’t do it, nor speculate what their motives are.
I’ll admit that I’m not the greatest communicator. It just plain disappoints me that orgs
and people withhold information, and thus fail to communicate. Communicating is
written or its verbal. Public speaking is the #1 fear of Americans (and probably of most
people around the world). Written communication, like blogging, works for some people.
Experts say that most communication is non-verbal, but in actuality, most
communication effectively happens because of words, written and spoken.
So I use words, typed words. Blogging has opened up a new world for me, and to
millions of others. I don’t get to blog as often as I’d like, far short of the 5 hours a day
that an A-list blogger spends on the art of it.
And in that process of actively communicating, we slowly learn how to communicate
better, to do the hard work, and we find life.

29. 2005
January 03 2005: elusive motivation
is now becoming elusive sleep.. the past week or so was intent on slowly down to enjoy
the holidays, and I’m one of those persons who doesn’t know what to do with myself on
vacation. I did get good quality time with family, and still did have time left over, and I
did not feel the motivation to do anything in particular. I did not veg’ out on videos, as a
number of other bloggers had confessed.
So today I’m feeling a bit more motivated, perhaps from the new year. Took down the
outdoor holiday lights yesterday, and even went biking a few miles. Then a little tidying
up around the house. Then working on my website, and that’s what ate up my time.
Now it’s midnight...
January 03 2005: restraining order
I don’t write about anything and everything that crosses my mind here, even tho’ it is
proported to be a place where you can read my mind. You get a selected slice of my
thoughts and feelings and ideas, and that’s about all. I have not been given carte
blanche to talk about my family, my marriage, my jobs. You can easily extrapolate the
sensitivities involved in those areas.
A minority of it (referring to my decision to exercise restraint) is due to discretion and
wisdom and faith. Where faith plays a role is what’s called self-control.
A bigger part of it is respect for the differing perspectives of people around me in
physical proximity (I prefer this term much more than IRL – in real life, because those of
you who are my blog readers are real people too), and that they do not seem to have
the same perspective of showing all their cards or voicing their opinions freely or
showing transparency to the degree or in the manner I’ve been known to have done.
This has a particular effect on what I write for my autobiography. Much of my life has
been shaped and impacted by real people around me, most of whom are still around
and a few of them might glance at this blog. Thus a small dilemma in how much I feel I
can disclose in the telling of my own story, tentatively titled “my random life.”
February 17 2005: scorched souls
Having pastored for about 5 years, and not pastoring for about 4 years now, I’ve had
some time and distance away from it to come out with 3 observations about church life
(in no particular order nor priority, just what comes to mind during this blogging
moment):

30. 1. Church is both organism and organization. Even the most organic expressions of
church (a word with roots going back to Old English and the Greek for “the Lord’s
house”, and related to the word ekklesia, meaning “the called out ones”), it still has
levels of organization, albeit less formal, less systematic, maybe less planned and more
spontaneous. Organization has been developed to such a business and science in
modern America, some half-jokingly describe how America has turned Christianity into
an entrepreneurial enterprise.
2. I went into ministry expecting God to do more of the work for me, and I would do the
spiritual disciplines kind of thing to show my dependence and reliance. Waiting on God.
Prayer is the real work. Let go and let God. Those were the foundational mantras. The
practical reality of things involved more of my own effort than I bargained for. Not that I
didn’t want to work hard, I did. I was plain naive. Now I’m realizing that it’s as much
human effort as it is divine intervention, not less human effort.
3. Scorched souls are among the greatest tragedy of church life. While each church
caters to a particular demographic, whether through a social network, or a strategic
targeting of a community segment, the best intentions of well-meaning Christian leaders
has scorching negative impact on some of its attenders and/or members. I’m just
speaking of upstanding Christians, not those who choose to opt-out of the faith to
explore other options (whether it’s towards a sinful lifestyle or an alternative religion). I
still know a handful of people who have yet to recover from the scorching effect of
burnout, legalism, power trips, church conflicts, poor counsel, et al. Intentions don’t
matter as much as the impact on the recipient. Quality congregational and pastoral care
is so hard to find.
March 06 2005: getting historical
I’m not one to think much of the past and reminisce about the “good ol’ days,” or about
the future for that matter. Very much into the now, the present. Having said that, this is
one of those rare occasions where I’ll recall the past.
... I can tell about how I got into computers.
Winchester was a very small town of 20,000, so we had to entertain ourselves in this
town we affectionately called “Funchester.” I had next to no exposure to sports or extra-
curricular activities. I wound up spending tons of time after school in the computer lab,
where we had all of 3 Tandy TRS-80 computers. My hacker buddy Floyd and I played
Scott Adams text adventure games and created our own. Then Big Five pixelated video
games came along. Computers were something to do, and allowed some latent
creativity in me to find an outlet.
One afternoon, I found one of the TRS-80 Model I’s to be malfunctioning. The teacher
monitoring the lab was not very tech-savvy, and I took it upon myself to work on the

31. computer and even fixed it. I elatedly told the compsci teacher the next day, and he was
not pleased. He gave me a lecture, put me into detention (I think), and I’m tearing up
badly the whole time (I’m a softie.) This wasn’t the incident that threw down the gaunlet.
One day after school, I stayed extra late at the computer lab. I was engrossed, as was
the monitoring teacher. I got home at 7:00pm or so that night. And my parents were
worried sick, and rightly so. I got a lecture and discipline there too, with many tears. And
then I got my own TRS-80 Model 1, so I would be working on the computer at home
from then on. No more hangin’ out at the school computer lab.
March 20 2005: energizing vulnerability
A while back, I was able to recover a blog entry (through a back channel) that one
blogger had to remove because he got too much negative feedback. It was the first time
he’s ever had to pull an entry on his blog. Part of me resonated with his post, realizing
that perhaps my desire is for not just honesty or authenticity, but something deeper
called vulnerability.
I’ve been described anywheres from a touchy-feely warm-fuzzy person to a hard-to-
read poker-faced person. My own self-perception is the former and not the latter, and
yet realize how difficult it is for people who want a simple 5-line bio to describe
someone. As an exercise, I drew up a little chart titled the “faces of djchuang”, ranging
from the “networker djchuang,”, “work djchuang,” to the “cordial djchuang.” The
“networker” shows up at conferences and occasional events where the topic of
conversation touches on areas of my interest. I’m energized by meeting new people,
intense dialogue, trading business cards, and doing power lunches. “Work djchuang”
can be task-oriented, and fast to get things done. “Cordial djchuang” can be nice, but
not known for being smiley-faced nor good at light small talk. People generally like to be
around the “networker,” but only certain settings can bring him out. It can’t be
manufactured. He doesn’t show up at family gatherings.
To borrow the language of belonging from Joseph Myers’ book, The Search to Belong:
Rethinking Intimacy, Community, and Small Groups, I crave being in the personal and
intimate space, where I can talk about emotions, mental health (without having to use
an alias to talk about the stigma of mental health and depression)... I can live there for
days and weeks on end.
But most of real life is more about public and social space. Conferences are social
events alright, but only occasional and too infrequent, not a part of my everyday life.
And, no, I don’t want to live on the conference circuit.
On my “faces of djchuang” chart, I left off the “real djchuang,” who is not really
motivated to do something that’s fulfills a dream or feeds a passion or makes him feel
alive. Though he works hard at what he does all around. He just wants more personally
intimate space and time, and when that is so elusive, nothing else really seems to
matter.

32. April 04 2005: less opinion, more info, first vlog
Maybe it’s my age, getting older, mixed with travels during the past 8 days to 3
localities, and how that’s triggered more self-consciousness, the debilitating kind. Hard
for me to interpret feelings when I’m tired, and the things that have energized me in the
past by being around great people, didn’t seem to get me buzzed this time around. I’ve
been around great people this week, and I’m very grateful for them and the experiences
of the past week. But something just doesn’t feel right.
One thought that dawned on me is that I’m good for short-term power lunch kind of
conversations, but after half an hour or so, I sorta run out of things to drive a
conversation. I have a lot of trivial information at my fingertips, but not many opinions to
spout and pontificate. I felt insecure about that this week, several times. It’s not a bad
thing, per se, but I was more aware of it. I don’t like that feeling. And here on my blog,
because of the profile of my professional positions, I’ve hesitated in being more raw with
my feelings and thoughts.
April 10 2005: my lifeline
2 things have triggered a recent sober reflection upon my life, maybe 3: (1) I’ll be turning
40 next summer, (2) grandfather-in-law entering glory at age 97, (3) message at church
about investing time, using the power of time. As much as I like non-linear dialogue,
mystery, randomness, and a fast pace of change, I’ve found that time is linear, and I
only have one life to live. I believe that’s true for you too.
Using Excel, I put together something I called “My Timeline”... I’m not a planner, so you
can see that I did not have any milestones set for myself prior to 2005. I did put some a
few tentative dates into the future, that perhaps I’ll get to write some books. I’d imagine
some overambitious Type-A driven kind of person would have many more milestones
on their lifeline.
April 22 2005: insomnia and intermittent internet
I’m tired. I’m up in the wee hours of the night. I tried laying still. I returned to my normal
bedtime routine, and turned in by 10. Felt like it was tossing and turning for hours. 2am
came around, got up and surfed the web for a spell. Caught up on a few of my bloglines
subscriptions, barely a dent in my 600+ subscription. Hopeless trying to keep up with all
of that, me thinks to meself.
Then by 3am, the wifi signal was going in and out. I moved over to get wired up on my
ethernet. Internet connectivity is still unreliable, works for 5 minutes or so, then drops.

33. Apparently my DSL (Verizon) or my router (Westell) is intermittent. At least I know it’s
not just my WiFI card.
Frustrating. That does not help lull me to sleep.
May 11 2005: make it happen, getting things done, bias for action
Over a decade ago, I spent 4.5 years studying at seminary. I was diligent with my
studies, and sincerely wanted to be spiritual pure in every thought and action. I did not
want to get one step ahead of God, and clung to that verse: be still and know that I am
God. Emphasis on the “be still”, contemplative, mystical, pray about every little thing,
waiting on God. Let go and let God. All God and none of me.
Then crisis hit, as if the bottom fell out. I held so much of myself back from thinking or
planning or acting, that I short circuited my emotional well being, or something like that.
I got some help with talk therapy and medication, to get my head cleared, to get in touch
with my heart’s desires, to take better care of myself.
Not that the spiritual devotion was all bad, but blindingly incomplete. I’m realizing that
nothing happens in the spiritual realm, if I’m not active in the physical realm. All prayer
and no action could change a few things, but all prayer and strategic action could
change a lot more things.
2 of my fears: having my actions and tasks overtake my spiritual priority; and having my
actions and tasks run over people and relationships. I’ve mostly let these go. The
frustration of inaction now gets to me.
So during the past year or two, I find myself gravitating towards business books and
magazines and blogs, to supplement my background in technology and theology. I still
love ideas, but find few people interested in plain conversations about ideas. A little
knowledge is dangerous. Code words that clue me in on people who have this bias for
action: “get it done”, “make it happen”, “let’s do it”, “consider it done.”
... My ideal heaven is still to sit around Starbucks, sipping coffee or iced venti
sweetened tea, and shoot the breeze, talk up a storm, but in the mean time, gimme a
piece of the action.
June 16 2005: I bruise easily
The physical is a metaphor for my emotional being too, in this case. I got this shiner
walking into a coat hook in the bathroom stall. I bruise easily, physically and
emotionally.
While my talents seem to be more in the technical arena and in ideas, I also do have a
lot of feelings. I’ve even been described as a warm and fuzzy type. Not a lot of strong

34. feelings, where it turns into convictions or stubbornness, per se, but I have for years
been oversensitive to comments and reactions, or perceive reactions. Even positive
comments intended to encourage is heard with skepticism – oh, they must be saying
that to make me feel good, but they must have noticed how nervous I was or be secretly
questioning what I said or did, or didn’t say or do. I don’t doubt their motives, but I do
doubt myself. That second-guessing of myself and others has been destructive.
As part of my personal growth and maturing, I’ve slowly learned to let go of my
oversensitive feelings, and to factor in some soberness in processing those feelings of
exclusion, performance anxiety, and fearful hesitation. I still feel. But I don’t have to hit
rewind on the tapes that used to haunt me. I still bruise easily physically.
June 23 2005: In Memory of Bob “Buggs” Bugnon
I just received this email from Ann Bugnon:
Bob has passed on into Heaven to be with His Lord at 8:15 on June 23, 2005. He
is going to be missed so much by his many friends and family.
I don’t know when the Memorial will be yet but, will let you know as soon as I
can. He died peacefully in his sleep.
Ann was Bob’s loving wife. Buggs was his nickname that he got from his Navy days.
Buggs was my first mentor and spiritual “father”. I first heard of his wish to be with the
Lord about 2 weeks ago. He’s had an ailing body for a number of years, and most
recently, Merkel Cell cancer took over his body, to the degree that he could no longer
digest. And he did not want any more chemotherapy or radiation, and definitely not
feeding tubes. By the time I knew, he wasn’t able to take phone calls, and I was not able
to say thanks or goodbye to him. I did tell Ann, and I’m sure she conveyed my gratitude
and he could have heard subconsciously.
I had already written about his and his family’s hospitality to me during my first few
years out of college. We wound up spending a lot of time together, probably more time
at his home than my place. It wasn’t so much that we had all that much in common, but
he demonstrated to me kindness, grace, and love. I don’t know what he saw in me.
We’d often sit in his study and talk about life. I’d sometimes wind up talking about my
self-loathing, and he’d watch patiently, wishing that I’d stop feeling bad about myself, as
if I were sitting in the corner, hitting myself with a ball peen hammer in the head.
Buggs showed me a sincere and genuine desire to follow God, and he was transparent
and vulnerable with me. He shared his struggles and feelings. He did a few things
faithfully. He invited me to do the CBMC (Christian Businessmen’s Committee)’s First
Steps and Operation Timothy discipleship programs with him. At first I declined. Then a
few weeks later, I said I’m ready. And we both knew what I meant.

35. A few years later, I had a better spiritual foundation and a desire to do something with it.
His prayers for over a year and other things led me to seminary studies. During my first
year there, he came to Dallas Seminary to visit me. And then he came to Dallas again in
1995 to see me graduate, and to attend my wedding. (He did not like Dallas.)
He told a few stories time and again. And each re-telling would be grow with a few more
embellishments: the story about the bus driver and the kid with a speech impediment,
and the story of telling a joke at the golf country club.
Buggs enjoyed people. We’d do our mingling & networking thing together, meeting new
people at conferences or events. Nothing wrong with being friendly, he’d say. ...
Buggs: I’m glad your suffering is over, and your body is healed and well. I’m sorry we
never got our whole family down to Florida for a visit. I know how much you and Ann
loved Jeremiah’s laugh when he was a 2-year old. He still has a great laugh and is very
playful. Thank you for pouring your life into mine.
July 14 2005: all in all an abundant life
I’ve overtired, returning late last night from a couple of days in New York City for
business. ...
Listened to a recent Chip Anderson talk at Mosaic, in which he shared high times and
hard times in his life. I’d first heard Chip talk about his aliveness theory, as a
foundational issue in motivation for student retention in college, but very much true for
motivation in all aspects of life. (cf. some great articles he wrote about the theology of
strengths) And here he is, telling his story, having lived through terrible abuses, bad
relationships, and most recently, cancer diagnosis with a prediction of maybe a month
to live. Yet he’s still walking humbly with God, and having a great time being alive.
Those heart-wrenching stories give me perspective on my life, which occasionally gets
clouded, as if my feelings were shouting loudly and distorting my perception of reality.
(Now there is some validity to my feelings and emotions, but not as much as its intensity
would justify.) I really have it good, counting my many blessings: family, friends, health,
home, work, soberness, intellect, growing numbers of website visitors, more material
goods than what I know to do with. If only my feelings could catch up more quickly.

36. 2006
June 21 2006: comedian wannabe
My childhood dream was to be a standup comedian! [applause, deep bow, "Thank you
very much!"] That’s my one joke standup routine. This has turned out to be more wishful
thinking than a passionate motivated pursuit. I’ve watched my share of standup comics
doing their thing, especially during my high school and college years. My favorites are
the likes of Robin Williams, Chris Rock, and Jerry Seinfeld. Even Bill Cosby. Tim Allen
not so much.
During my recent air travel on direcTV-equipped jetBlue, I got to see biographical
sketches of Chris Rock (on Headliners and Legends[!?]) and Tim Allen (on Inside the
Actor’s Studio), and Bill Cosby in action. I’d seen Robin and Seinfeld live and in person,
plus watched Seinfeld’s Comedian and his TV show too. Both their comedy routines
and life stories mesmerize me.
But could I tell you even one of their jokes? Nope! While regular visitors here can see
that I take in tons of data along the lines of demographic tidbits and internet innovation,
I’m not known for delivering compelling keynotes and impromptu speeches.
Here’s what I love about stand up comedians (and wish I could do it more naturally and
easily):
quick wit and keen observations:: I can do observation to some degree, but these
standups can see hilarious moments of humor amidst every day stuff, and draw from
their vast life experiences while thinking on their feet, some more than others. Granted,
a standup comedy routine is well-practiced, honed, and retold many times to perfection,
but these guys can also go for quite a while with no prepared materials, especially
Robin Williams. I’d seen him do it time and again, even at the Google CES keynote. My
liability: I don’t like to practice (telling the same thing over and over without losing
enthusiasm, like it was the first time), I have a slow wit and dry sense of humor I’m told,
and I can’t remember storytelling details. Or, as my old friend used to tell a story about
joke-telling at a country club, some people just can’t tell jokes! It’s delivery, and it’s
timing.
confidence & no fear:: When doing standup in a room of adversaries challenging you to
make them laugh, that’s plain intimidating. This isn’t to say that they don’t have fears
and anxieties, but they hide it well enough and have enough bravado to get past it, as to
appear and feel bold and confident to deliver the goods. Or, simply, they don’t take
themselves so seriously. And then, for jokes that bomb, s/he’s gotta have nerves of
steel to be resilient and bounce back. I trip myself up, feeling embarrassed and
oversensitive about every reaction, feeling, and comment; more like Barney Fife (hmm,
maybe I should just let my nervousness show more?). I don’t think anyone can be
confident by pretending to be some character without being themselves and drawing
from their life experiences. Recently I’ve read that these anxious feelings may never go
away, so rely on tried-and-true techniques.

37. audience response:: This isn’t so much about the comedian, but the reaction they can
get from the audience. Not so much the applause, I like it when people respond to what
I have to offer, but find that what I have is more of niche market thing that only
conoisseurs appreciate and not the masses. I think I can come to terms with this one
easier than the others.
I’d like to get to the place where I can just let myself go, speak (and write) an uninhibited
voice, ranting and raving with my opinions and observations, and cut the self-editing
and moderation. Not that’d I’d do a standup routine, but that I’d be more free and bold.
One day, I’ll just have to take the plunge and go to comedy school and give it a shot!
You can laugh at me or with me, long as you laugh
October 22 2006: why I stopped pastoring
Even though I was blogging when I stopped pastoring, I had not gone on record to
explore and unpack why I quit that high calling. The year I stopped was a dark year, a
lot of my life didn’t make sense during that transition. I’m asked that question often
enough, so now that I’ve been a regular citizen as long as I’ve been clergy, I’m starting
to gain perspective on what all of that was about.
Oh, I wish I could be a pastor! I spent a decade of my life trying, dedicating myself to
serious studies at a seminary, praying and doing spiritual disciplines, even working as a
pastor for over 5 years. I believed I was called to go to seminary– a Bible verse urged
me on: for the harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. I started by faith, and I
continued by faith, but blind faith could only last so long.
I knew going in that it’d be hard work. I knew it’d be a sacrifice. I believe I did some
good during my pastoring years, and I had good feedback from people I pastored, and
how they appreciated my ministry. I still do get some good comments from people when
I accept an occasional speaking/preaching invite.
But I didn’t feel it any more. I don’t feel it. That’s not a good place to be if I’m doing
something that directly impacts people like pastoring. I’m discovering that pastoral
ministry is a lot more about passion and enthusiasm, not so much the delivery of
content through preaching or teaching.
I didn’t have the faith to be a pastor who’d have be the preacher and teacher who had to
have the answer or who had to be the role model. The work of the faith worker has to be
a fairly good grasp on conviction, inspiration, motivation, passion, and discipline. I didn’t
say a perfect grasp, but more often than not, perseverance of the faith worker is called
for. I don’t have much of that. This isn’t to say that I didn’t minister the Word out of good
faith, it just wasn’t enough to last me for the long haul. I still do believe, just not enough
to believe that I should be the vocational pastor.

38. Ministry is supposed to be all about people. That part attracted me, because I like
people, all kinds of people. But that doesn’t mean pastoring was the best thing for me to
do for them. 3 things that surprised me: some ministers love tasks more than people,
most people don’t have theological inquiries, and most people change very slowly.
All those years of theological training sits in dusty boxes because most people don’t ask
the questions that got answered in seminary. People ask practical everyday questions
about life, for which theological answers undergird a wisdom, perspective, and
discernment, but the pastoral role of translating abstract metaphysical ideas into
pragmatic realities was not something I had a knack for. Some people call it common
sense; and, where in the world do you learn that?
To this day I still don’t have a strong sense of what my spiritual gifts are. I do have a
wide set of skills, but underneath it all, I use my skills to help others. I don’t have certain
things that I just love to do, be it teaching, preaching, counseling, or administrating. I’m
spiritually motivated mostly to be a helper, a companion. Other roles and responsibilities
put me out on a limb, where I risk losing my grip.
In hindsight, I’m realizing that having a good job fit is important for me to honor and
accept the way God has made me. I’ve wrestled for years with trying to get what I wish I
could do (desires) and what I’m actually good at doing (gifting) and what I love to do
(affinities) to align. I realize now that I need to be doing work that changes quickly and
regularly, or I get lulled into a routine boredom. My best 3 action verbs for what I do:
researching, networking, and writing.
Some people are blessed (or cursed) with knowing what they’ve wanted to do with their
life since they were 12 years old. I’m not one of them.
So my journey of figuring out what to do with my life and for my work is one step at a
time. I’m not bitter for having pastored. I didn’t burn out. I didn’t revolt with a moral
failure. I don’t have any regrets. And, life goes on.
Would I ever pastor again? Not likely. The probability is very low, for it’d have to be a
church that’s constantly changing and innovating. And, unfortunately, I don’t have the
gift mix, drive, or faith to be launching a new church plant (that’d fit me), even though
Bob Hyatt thinks (almost) anyone could plant a church.
What’s exciting about the next season of my life is that I’ll be doing something I enjoy,
something I’m good at, something that makes Kingdom impact. Sovereignly somehow,
all of my career wanderings are beginning to have a semblence of convergence. Finally,
at age 40, it’s about time.

39. 2007: A Year of Discovery
January 25 2007: growing in self-awareness
Had a good week in Dallas. We embarked on our maiden voyage as a facilitation team
and helped a group of churches explore new possibilities for doing recovery ministry.
People who have worked a recovery program are very attractive to me because they
seemed to be way more relational, more transparent, and more in touch with their
brokenness and humanity. These few days gave me a glimpse into this subculture, and
a part of me wished I had a debilitating addiction so I can work recovery too. Most
people do have addictions — just that many are socially acceptable, and many are not
debilitating. As one participant rightly commented, the non-recovery people, “earth
people” he called them, live in a culture that is not transparent. Bummer. This
experience tapped into my awareness and insatiable need for transparent relationships.
This to me is (a part of) being real + authentic.
Hung out with Ray Chang at DFW airport as we waited for our respective departing
flights. I worked along side of Ray as executive pastor in the early years of Ambassador
Bible Church from 1997 to 2000. Next month, that church will celebrate its 10th
anniversary. We veered onto the topic of self-awareness. Personality tests have never
been all that helpful to me for self-awareness, except for StrengthsFinder.
Life coaching was very helpful to me to discover more of my self-awareness. I took a 2-
day personal retreat with a life coach (Craig Chong) in the summer of 2005. This life
planning process reviewed my past life story as an indicator to what God had created
me to do for the future. Self-awareness wasn’t just to give me enlightenment. It gave me
much needed insight to pull together my skills and talents, my interests and passions,
so I could do something I was good at AND enjoyed doing. As I approached the age 40,
I was tired of working just to provide for myself and my family. I needed to make
provisions by doing something I not only value but can enjoy. Now I’m working at my
dream job.
February 02 2007: discovering passion
Some people naturally exude and overflow with passion. Other people, like me, have to
work hard at discovering that passion, that life force, that thing you love doing over and
over again without getting weary or monotonous.
Had a great lunch conversation with the poetic Natala Constantine the other day,
lamenting over the misunderstandings of the blogging lifestyle. I sorta broke the news to
her that we bloggers are in the minority and marginalized. Even though there are more
than 12 million bloggers in America and Technorati tracks over 66.6 million blogs, only
7% of adults read blogs at least once a week.

40. We also wondered about how to find someone else’s passion, as a means of
connecting her ecumenical church community to its surrounding community through
serving. Yes, you can use Rick Warren’s SHAPE acrostic for this: Spiritual gifts, Heart,
Abilities, Personality, and Experience. SHAPE is a very helpful framework for ministry,
finding a place to serve voluntarily in a church kind of context. SHAPE could be adapted
for choosing careers too, I think, though there are more than 1,000 tests for career
assessment. But as we discussed this further, I thought of 2 ways to discover passion
more quickly:
Listen to their story. Passion is often born out of pain or joy.
What does that person naturally do on their own?
Underneath it all, it’s about what motivates someone to do something and to take
action, and that doing good things passionately can make a difference in the world. We
also veered into a discussion about the difficulty of rallying people around something in
an interfaith or ecumenical perspective, and while altruism is noble, it doesn’t really get
lots of people galvanized together for a cause. It’s so much easier when things are
black and white, over-simplified and goal-oriented, to align people in a community or
organization to do something big and focused. Assuming that the long tail effect could
work in mobilizing volunteer efforts (as much as it does in the marketplace), maybe
doing little good-work efforts will do as much good as one big visionary cause.
///
On April 16th, 2007, a Korean-American went on a shooting spree, killing 32 people
and himself, at Virginia Tech, where I went to college. This was disturbing to me not
only because of the horrific crime, and not only because it happened at the very place I
was for four years. This was also terrible because it illustrated the difficulty of working
with mental illness among Asian Americans and their marginalization in society. My
next blog post is a response about our lack of voice and its consequences.
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April 23 2007: Where is our Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson?
African Americans have their Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. While these few do not
represent the whole, they boldly speak up for the whole. And, the mainstream media
goes to them for their perspectives.
Caucasian Americans have their Billy Graham and Rick Warren. There’s also Jerry
Falwell and Pat Robertson. Again, they don’t represent the whole diversity of Anglo
Christians, they boldly speak up for the whole.

41. Latino and Hispanic Americans kind of have Jesse Miranda and Luis Palau as their
voices. I don’t know exactly who speaks for their tribe, but I think they’d boldly speak up
for the whole.
Even the Hebrews had their Moses and Joshua.
Asian Americans have no one who boldly speaks up for the whole. We need a voice.
What would it take to have that voice?
Passion. A clarion voice that boldly speaks up with confidence and persuasion. You
can’t fake passion. You have to have that fire in the belly, no fear to speak up even if
you’re misunderstood, even if you don’t have the perfectly-crafted words. Public
speaking is 93% about delivery and only 7% about the words.
Platform. A clarion voice has a large audience that listens to what s/he has to say for
both intangible and tangible reasons. Some call it charisma. Definitely need cross-over
appeal in both the religious and civic realms, as well as inside the tribe and outside.
Need to have an organization with financial supporters that keep that platform active
too.
Conviction. A clarion voice has to have something to say. That person has to have a
sufficient understanding of the tribe’s compelling concerns. And that person is taking
action to address those concerns and boldly advocating others to join the cause. That
person lives out that conviction with an unwavering lifetime commitment through both
actions and words.
Like it or not, we as Asian Americans will be stereotyped because we have that face.
But without a voice, there is no way to change that stereotype of silence. Without a
voice, we’ll be invisible and misunderstood.
I know there are many differences among Asian Americans: ethnicities, languages,
cultures, generations, affinities. “Asian American” is not an attractive label or strong rally
cry. Asians are known for being group-oriented, but Asians aren’t known for rallying
around a voice. Without a voice boldly speaking up for the whole, we’ll remain apart.
Could I be that voice? You’ve got to be kidding! I know a lot of things I don’t have in and
of myself. It takes a driven and focused Type-A personality to be that clarion voice.
What I do have is my personal blog. I’ve occasionally advocated for the next generation
Asian Americans. But like others who are in this space, I didn’t want to be pigeon-holed
or stereotyped. I prefer being eclectic and speak of my many varied interests.
But last week has changed me. I will use my words to advocate for the next generation
Asian Americans. 7% still counts.

42. September 24 2007: deconstructing depression
I have a dark companion called depression that visits from time to time and won’t say
good riddance and go away. Sometimes it stays too long, once for well over a year.
Sometimes it stays for a brief visit. I hope this time it’s brief. When depression visits me,
it comes with its entourage of dark clouds, negative thoughts and lies, heavy emotions
and fears. For me, the triggers are usually stress-related. There are people who can eat
stress for a snack and rise to the occasion. I’m not one of them.
Having a good friends and families network doesn’t keep it away. Neither does a degree
in theology, nor spiritual disciplines of confession and repentance. There’s undoubtedly
something wrong with me, just like Romans 7 describes, and it humbles me, it shows
me how broken I am, and it evokes in me greater empathy for other people’s struggles
and battles.
When depression stops by for a visit, it sure gets my attention. It clouds my thinking and
it feels like drowning just to stay alert. It takes enormous effort to do 1 or 2 tasks a day.
When the forecast is overcast, just showing up is winning half the battle.
Experts have said that depression is “anger turned inward.” I’m not an angry person. I
don’t express my rage explosively against people around me. This made no sense to
me until recently. Depression is my version of taking my anger out on myself. I can get
angry at the world for being imperfect. I can get angry at myself for not being what I
wish I could be. I can get angry at unmet expectations, unrealistic goals, and untimely
interruptions. I get angry over not being more driven, more accomplished, more clear-
headed on tasks, more focused. Call it an idol or a natural disposition of my heart, but I
can’t easily get rid of it by mere confession. Unlike others, I don’t run from depression
by going to addictions or accomplishments.
When depression visits, it usually brings a big life lesson with it. Lessons like: take
better care of yourself. Humbly ask for help. I can’t do it alone. Life is good, it’s not so
serious. Enjoy a good night’s sleep. Write it down and stop thinking so hard. God loves
you just the way you are, not as you should be. Do what you’re good at and what you
enjoy, nothing more, nothing less. I just wish those lessons could come without having
to go through those dark tunnels.
Thanks be to God that this world is not all there is, and He’ll make good on my yearning
for a better world. And God will give me the grace and strength to be a part of that better
world.
[Caveat: depression is a complicated manner, so my story is not gospel. Please seek
appropriate help if needed.]

43. Quieter on the Western Front in 2008
My personal blogging ramped down after our family move to OC from DC in the
summer of 2007. More of my personal reflections were now being recorded privately in
my own personal journal and not posted on my blog. I plan to share some of those
journal entries in the next edition.
December 26 2008: changing family traditions
It’s a holiday season. That means lots of time for movies. On one channel, they had a
whole hour of trailers from movies about Christmas. I think I read once that more
movies made about this holiday than any other.
This week has afforded me more time with family, and to think about family. I don’t blog
about my family, as all of them have privacy concerns, or I think they assumingly do.
Family is family, and many do feel enough of a connection to made an annual
pilgrimage home to visit, even though few families describe themselves as close. When
the family gathers, there may be fond memories of rituals that are cherished as family
traditions.
There are other family traditions too. The habits and patterns each of us revert to. Some
love to play together; some cook and eat; some talk feelings and relate that way; some
tell stories; some share their joys and fears; some listen to each other; some create
drama; some debate for fun, some for fight; some graciously help each other grow and
mature; some stay cordial and polite; some go shopping; some vacation together with
each person doing their own thing.
I’m probably not alone in saying that I behave differently being around family than I am
hanging out with a friend. (sometimes) I wish I could be as free being with family as I
could be with friends. (A few people might have the reverse, feeling more free at home
with family than with others.)
Somehow I’ve psyched myself out, thinking that if I behave the same with my family in
the way I would with a good friend, my family might be offended, or not accept me and
get rejected, or not get my sense of humor, or get uncomfortable, or. whatever… and
it’s not like I run with a questionable crowd.
Let’s see what happens if I change my words and behaviors. Got a couple of days on
this round. Let’s see what happens. I may report back, especially if I can get any of
them to blog or twitter

44. 2009
February 03 2009: emotional maturity and depression
Rhett Smith is putting together a great series of blog posts about depression. Not just
depression in general, but taking a closer look at depression, burnout, and ministry. ...
[note: this is my personal opinion] What does depression have to do with emotional
maturity? It’s about being emotionally honest. We all have struggles and difficulties in
life — I don’t recall ever hearing someone exclaim, “Oh, life is so easy, it’s a cake walk!”
Each one of us need a safe place to talk about the issues and burdens of life.
Depression is one of those issues. Unfortunately, many (most?) cultures and contexts
stigmatize these kinds of emotional and/or psychological issues, so that it is difficult to
go for help and healing. As if the emotional issue wasn’t tough enough to manage
already.
[continuing with my humble opinion] What is unfair (not that life is supposed to be fair) is
that people with depression are forced to deal with their issues and work on better
healthy self-care, while a person with anger doesn’t necessarily have it. Depression
forces a person to “say uncle” and debilitates to ask for help. Without help, the person
cannot productively function (to varying degrees.) As Rhett rightly notes, “[this is not] a
substitute for professional help or advice. Please consider seeking out professional help
if you consider yourself to be at risk for depression.”
2010
July 05 2010: where can dark thoughts go?
One topic is often unspoken, as if taboo, particularly in the world of leaders and
influencers. Yet, I think it’s fair to say that it’s a part of our common human condition to
have negative thoughts along with positive ones. It doesn’t seem quite right when
someone is able to be optimistic and positive 100% of the time. Can you relate?
And it’s normal to have occasional thoughts and feelings in the realm of sadness, anger,
frustration, doubt, anxiety, worry, struggle, loss, fear, shame, guilt, weakness, frailty,
what have you. I’ll admit that it’s part of my life experience. While there are many self-
help strategies and tactics, or positive-thinking motivational speeches and/or sermons,
to battle the dark thoughts, those techniques may rely too much on our own efforts and
strength. I’m not that strong to get through life on my own. It’s okay to ask for help and
get help. As I reflect on this, I thought of 4 things you can do when dark thoughts come:

45. 1. Replace. One very common tactic is to replace the negative thought with a positive
thought. Gratitude is particularly powerful. Hope and remembrance can be powerful
replacers too.
2. Release. Dark thoughts need a place to go. Some of them don’t just go away by self-
effort or re-focusing. I’ve found it incredibly valuable to be with someone safe to process
out loud the pain and confusion. It’s not quite safe to release dark thoughts into the
open internet for all to see, which I liken to injecting poison or spreading a virus onto
others. Not helpful. Sometimes talk therapy with a professional counselor provides that
release so good for our soul.
3. Rx. And for some, mental and emotional health can be facilitated through prescription
medication, just as vitamins and/or drugs can bring health for other conditions that affect
our imperfections.
4. Renew. And not to preclude the supernatural, a miraculous healing can transform a
person like nothing else. While not every single person who wants healing gets healing,
some do.
So as I reflected and simmered this topic on the back burner, something came across
my radar.This new MTV show caught my attention as being particularly poignant and
powerful — called “If you really knew me.” The premise of the documentary-style drama
series is that each episode will follow 5 students during a one-day program, “Challenge
Day.” These 5 students will get honest with each other– get past the labels and cliques,
and share with each other the illuminating yet sometimes difficult truths about their lives.
A press release describes “Challenge Day’s vision is that every child lives in a world
where they feel safe, loved and celebrated.”
Wow! Could you imagine a place like that? Where a person, young and old, can feel
safe, loved, and celebrated? What would happen if a church could be a safe and honest
place like that?
How do you get help when dark thoughts make an unwelcomed visit? What else would
you add about this?
2011
May 24 2011: Remembering Bob Chih-Pao Chuang
This past week has been a hard time for my family (of origin) with the passing of my
Dad. We’re grateful for the kindness of prayer, comfort, and condolences already
expressed and received during the past week. This time has been sad and hard, yet
healing and bonding, even transformative for me. And I personally thank you, my online
friends and acquaintances, for being a part of my life over the past 12 years.

46. Tomorrow evening, Wed 5/25, 8:00pm Eastern, my brother Deef and I are hosting an
online event to share about Dad’s life and legacy, as well as offer a glimpse into
caregiving for my Dad during the past 2.5 years. ... You can watch the recorded video.
June 19 2011: Caregiving for my Chinese Father
One aspect of family life mostly left unspoken is our mortality, especially an Asian one.
Yes it could be rather morbid. It may even be superstitious to talk about it, as it was for
my traditional Chinese Dad who headed up my family of origin.
This Father’s Day is our first without him. I would not say we’ve emerged from our grief
already. I would say that our lives are forever changed; I would say we are doing rather
well in this new normal.
The past 2.5 years have been a particularly heavy time of caregiving for Dad, as he
slowly and steadily declined in health following a stroke and diagnosed with PSP, a
neurological disorder without a name like Alzheimer and Parkinson. My mother and my
brother Deef took care of him diligently and sacrificially. I debriefed that experience with
my brother Deef, and recorded the webcast before a live audience– you can watch that
video .
Our hope is that by talking about a topic that’s rarely ever talked about in the Chinese/
Asian American context as normal average people (in contrast to healthcare
professional) that our story can be useful towards realizing you have 2 guys who are
empathetic and accessible when that season of life comes around.

47. Postscript
Thank you for reading (or browsing through) this e-book. I’ve released this chronological
edition for your preview because I really want to have your feedback.
Obviously, an e-book with just this collection of blog posts is incomplete. There are a
number of gaps that I intend to fill in with personal reflections along with a running
commentaries. To do that would make the narrative much more coherent and the
lessons learned more explicit and less obscured.
And as you read this, you may very well notice some gaps that I may overlook on my
own, so that’s where your comments back to me are so important. I need to know what
part of my stories must be elaborated and explained further to be clearer and more
helpful. You may even point out some episodes that should just be dropped.
Please do contact me at www.djchuang.com with your feedback -- your comments and
your questions. Your words of reaction and encouragement is a vital part of shaping the
final edition of this e-book.
I’ll close out this edition with a little more about why I’m authoring this ebook at this point
in my life, when it’s usually more typical for someone to write their life stories after major
accomplishments or after retirement.
I am 45 years old as I write this. When my Dad passed away last year, that prompted
me to consider what my life was all about. When I experienced up close the mortality of
someone in my own family, it triggered clarity for my life in a way that nothing else had.
I have no guarantee how long I have left. I asked myself, “what was the one thing that I
must do with my life?” I must share my life, warts and all. As I do that, I hope to provide
a template for how others in this next generation can develop their own voices, tell their
stories, and break the power of shame.
Would you contact me now? Let me know how I can write a better book. And, let me
know about your dreams and how I might help you get one step closer to it.
Contact: djchuang.com/contact
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